Be Okay

Hi guys! It's Lauren again. So… what's up?

Basically I just re-uploaded the first chapter earlier this morning due to the formatting not being completely correct. Just thought you might want to know. :P

Just a note: -0-0- indicates a pause in Charlotte's writing while -(-)- indicates a switch from first to third person perspective, or vice versa.

And because I mentioned it in the first author's note, I'd just like to explain something. This story is my attempt at rewriting a story I started and posted almost seven or eight months ago called Aliens, Guns, and Tony, Oh My! Or, as I have since affectionately dubbed it, The Mary-Sue Train Wreck of My Summer.

So… yeah!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, only Charlotte, Thalie, and the plot.

Chapter 2: Where We Get Into a Crap Ton of Trouble Part 2

February 2, 9:13 PM

Dear Diary,

I feel silly writing in you in the middle of a pub, but I did promise to this morning and I won't be able to while I'm driving (again) tonight. So now it is.

Thalie is reading some med school textbook about human anatomy right now. She's still trying to get everything right with that body of hers. See, she's a shape shifter-y kind of… thing. Her actual form is pretty pink and yellow dragon-looking creature, but right now she's a tall human with light blonde hair and freckles. Well, she is in appearance. She's still not exactly sure how human bodies work, so internally she's a little wacky. She didn't have joints the first time she assumed a human body, which was kind of a bitch for her. But since then she's gotten better. You really can't tell she's anything but human until she opens her damn mouth.

For example, yesterday she asked me what gasoline was.

So yeah, Thalie's an idiot. But I've been taking care of her for the past four months, ever since I saw her collapsed outside the library. Damn, did seeing her scare the crap out of me then- but she was making the weakest, most pathetic sounding whine I've ever heard and I just couldn't leave her there. So I threw her tiny body in my backpack and ran back to my dorm.

I wouldn't leave her anywhere. I love her like a sister. But don't tell her that. She still thinks I'd leave her at the drop of a hat, and that keeps me valuable to her.

-0-0-

Hi. I'm back again. We just checked into a small motel in Manhattan, so I'm free to write in you again. It's still early in the morning- the sun hasn't even bothered to rise yet. But Thalie and I are going to try and find some part time jobs after we get a couple hours of sleep. I grabbed a paper from the lobby when we were checking in and I've found a few jobs that even Thalie might be able to do without coming across as a mentally challenged sloth.

But… to be honest, I'm worried. I don't know what we're going to do from this point on. Thalie doesn't have any practical skills and I still haven't finished my degree. We only have the money to feed and house us for the next three days. We're in deep shit if I don't figure this out.

Listen, Thalie just got out of the shower, so I'll update you once we finish our interviews later today.

-0-0-

FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WE ARE FUCKING SCREWED! NEITHER OF US WERE HIRED AND MANHATTAN IS A LOT MORE EXPENSIVE THAN I THOUGH AND WE ARE JUST GOING TO ROT ON THE FUCKING STREETS! AUGH!

… Ahem. Excuse that outburst, will you? I just… got a little angry. I wish I wasn't writing in pen so I could erase that. But… yeah. Thalie and I have finally run out of luck. After not getting lost once during our journey and not getting caught by Aunt Gloria, the universe has decided that we need some sort of hardship. I mean, we'll probably get past it soon enough, but… it's a lot of pressure. I'm only twenty-two; I haven't ever had to take care of myself, much less another person. And no matter how adamant Thalie is that she could survive without me, she really couldn't.

But what happens if I can't take care of us?

-(-)-

Charlotte sat on her bed, shoulder's sagging further and further as she continued to write in her Diary. She was still wearing her clothing from her interview, but her mussed up hair, smudged makeup, and unbuttoned top spoke of having thrown a fit. In fact, if you had asked Thalie about it, she would have said that she had never seen Charlotte so angry and frightening in the short time they'd known each other, despite the latter's massive temper. Thalie sat on the floor in the bathroom, not willing to face her friend.

The air in the small motel room was thick with despair.

A knock on the door jolted Charlotte from her writing. Not sure whether it was a maid or some sort of city-rapist like her parents had stubbornly warned about when she was considering going to Chicago for college, she peered through the peek hole before opening the door.

And boy was she glad she did.

Gloria stood outside the door, arms crossed and jaw clenched. She was studying one of her manicured hands with disinterest, but Charlotte could see that her nails had been sharpened to claws.

Charlotte backed away from the door as quietly as she could, grabbed her backpack, and peeked her head into the bathroom.

"Thalie, get up as quietly as you can. She's here." Charlotte hissed through her teeth. Thalie shot to her feet and pushed past Charlotte with an immeasurable amount of grace and ease for the situation. She walked straight to the window.

"When we first arrived here I found a back alleyway we could use to escape. I would have told you about it, but I searched for it when you were sleeping and did not want to cause you any more stress." She whispered as she slid the window open silently. "Now come!"

Charlotte's eyes darted to her bed, where her diary was lying. She grabbed it and tossed it into her bag, and jumped out the window just as Gloria kicked the door in with a strength that far exceeded her short frame.

Thalie and Charlotte ran, ignoring the inhuman screech of anger that carried past them to the street. They continued to run as fast as they could past poor shops and strip clubs, eventually turning into large, expensive skyscrapers and high class night clubs. Pretending not to notice the clack of heels against pavement slowly gaining on them, they weaved in and out of the few people walking the streets at so late in the night and ducked in between cars to cross traffic. Thalie, noticing Charlotte was quickly tiring, grabbed her friend and pulled her into the nearest building in hopes of losing Gloria.

The room that they entered was a bustling, high-class kitchen full of chefs dressed in white and waiters wearing the finest of suits. They jumped around everyone, brushing off the swears from upset workers that were immediately followed with gasps of surprise.

When they burst out of the kitchen and into a large ballroom filled with people dressed to the nines, Thalie shouted, "Split up!" and disappeared into the crowd, taking a different form and leaving Charlotte running through the elites of New York.

People gasped in offense as she brushed by them, and when a call of her name had Charlotte glancing behind her, her heart almost stopped. Black eyes and a soulless smile were closing in on her. With effort, Charlotte took a ninety-degree turn in an attempt to escape, but found the stage quickly approaching. She launched herself onto the raised platform just as Gloria's claws brushed across her shoulder.

And Charlotte found herself at the feet of the most important man in New York.

So… Part 3 of the introduction will come out tomorrow; this just seemed like a good place to stop. Have a nice night!

Anonymous: THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT COMMENT MEANT TO ME! When I saw it, I immediately ran into the living room and read it aloud to my family to brag and… Goodness! It just filled me with warmth! :) I love you Anon!

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